I've had this one my to-read shelf for a couple of years now, and finally gave in. The problem is that it's the first in a new series, and I've been waiting 15 years for her to complete the last trilogy, after leaving book 2 on a total cliffhanger, so was really quite wary of starting a new one b...
I have to agree with many of the other reviewers. This is not up to MR's usual standard of fantasy.The book would have benefited greatly from a map and a lineage chart. The unusual names and the author's fondness for starting names with A, M, and Q made it hard to keep track of the characters. It...
Dear Ms. Rawn, You are breaking my heart by not finishing this series! Seriously, if you have lost interest in it, and cannot bring yourself to write it, LET US KNOW. PLEASE? I am reading Touchstone now, but have been afraid to. Why because I fell head over heels with EVERY other book you have wr...
I’m guessing Melanie Rawn is a fan of the Who.In “Elsewhens” (Tor, $15.99, 400 pages), the second installment in the Glass Thorns series, Rawn tracks the ups and downs of Touchstone, a four-man band of touring artists who are led by an enormously talented writer with a large nose (read Pete Towns...
Continuing on in my re-reads this summer is the second book of the Dragon Prince series. It's been about a decade or so since I read through these, so while I remember the large points of the story, there were some smaller points and a few twists that I didn't recall, which made the reread enj...
Review from the PFS Book Club...What I Liked: This book is a well-crafted (plot-wise, at least) ending to the Dragon Princetrilogy, nicely tying up the Rohan versus Roelstra and his family vein that started in the first book. There are revelations a plenty, but in what might be Rawn's greatest mo...
The story is very political, which is fine and normal in fantasy literature. It was the characters who disappointed me. Rohan's first few chapters introduced him as smart, capable and calculated. He wanted more for his kingdom than constant war, and seemed set to be a great literary hero. Unf...
Jamey asked, weaving his way through the cramped tangle of furniture in Cam’s living room. “Nobody’s seen him since we left for Christmas.” “He’s gone.” Cam spoke to the beer bottle between his palms. “Home.” “What? How come? I know he didn’t flunk ...
They tensed at the sound of low murmurings, flinched at shadows cast on fabric walls by single candles. They tried not to see the sharp gestures, movements of impatience or pain or dread, arms that spread in helplessness or sometimes folded around a needing other. Long after the moons had nestled...
They wore swords and two knives apiece: a meat-knife, plus the longer blade that balanced the swords at their hips and lent them an elegant symmetry. They were not dangerous men, however, in anything but profligacy with coin; he was himself far more careful, though of them all he had less need, b...
Cade Silversun in a Let’s get going! mood was an offense against nature, common decency, and especially his long-suffering glisker. It didn’t happen often, this revoltingly cheery morning frame of mind, which was probably why he was still amongst the living. Cade with a purposeful glint in his gr...
By riding off to Rivenrock today he showed his contempt for Prince Cabar’s claim to jurisdiction over the Sunrunner—while making sure he would know exactly what was said by deputizing Oclel to sit in. The presence of a mere faradhi instead of the Lord of Goddess Keep was an insult that Barig note...
Most of the highborns woke at the first thunder, heard the rain, shrugged, and rolled over to go back to sleep. Their suites did much the same, except for a few luckless souls who had to get fires started in anticipation of the inevitable morning calls for steaming hot taze later on. Lady Palila’...
Rafe was angry; Cade was angry and humiliated; Mieka was angry, humiliated, and hurt; Jeska, who felt none of these things and wanted only to get home to his pregnant wife, decided that the wisest course was to keep his mouth shut. The atmosphere in the wagon, those last long miles to Gallantryba...